After a few moments, he stood up, going over to the water supply and dampening a rag. "We're just about done, Nas." * * * (Yoop!)
She pulled her hands to look at him. "It wasn't that bad, was it? Maybe it'll leave a cool scar." *** Osiris had woken up the next morning. He was in the kitchen looking for food.
"Perhaps," he said, returning to her and cleaning the wound. "Guys will be all over you." * ** Dahlia was still asleep, her face buried in the crook of her arm. She had some food. Mostly fruits and nuts that she had gathered.
She laughed lowly. "Oh, totally." *** He frowned, putting together something to eat based on what she had.
She nodded, shifting to sit up carefully. "Yeah. Better than openly bleeding. It still hurts, though.. and I feel kinda dizzy. Could you pass me my bag?" *** He looked back. "Yeah?"
He stood, heading over to the bag and passing it to her. * * * She relaxed, looking over at him. "Hi."
She opened it, taking out his tea and giving it to him. "Here you go." *** He rejoined her, sitting on the bed. "Hey. How are you feeling?"
He took it, looking down at her for a moment. "You're sweet," he said after a moment. "You should sleep." * * * She sniffled dramatically. "Better," she said, opening her arms to him expectantly.
She sighed. "Yeah, probably. Have a safe trip home.." *** He laid next to her, tilting his head. "Are you sure?"
He hesitated before looking over his shoulder. "I'm worried about your condition," he said after a moment. "Do you mind if I stay while you sleep? I'll hang out over there." * * * She looked over at him. "That I'm better?"
She looked surprised, but nodded. "Sure, Vic. Make yourself at home." *** He squinted. "I want to be sure."
He looked embarrassed. "I won't settle in, I just... I want to make sure you wake up." * * * "Before you come close to me? Cy, you just spent the whole night next to me."
"You know I'll probably wake up in the morning? That might be awhile." *** He scooted closer to her with a sigh. "For you health."
He squinted at her. "Okay. I'll sleep over there," he said, gesturing to the kitchen floor. "It'll be fine." * * * She rolled her eyes before wrapping her arms around his neck. "Don't be silly. I'm alright."
She frowned, pointing over to a cabinet. "There's a sleeping bag in there. Use that." *** "You were just sick with a fever," he said flatly. "That's not okay."
He frowned, looking over at the cabinet. “That’s alright. Go to sleep.” *** She raised an eyebrow before scooting, resting her forehead against his with a playful grin. “Should I let go?”
She laid back. "Okay.. But if i wake up to find you just sleeping on the floor without anything, I'll be upset." *** "It's fine, but I want you to be okay."
